Chapter 223: Forged By Battle
Feeling his flesh break apart and his heart grow cold, Sunny scrambled to defend himself, but to no avail. Morgan easily crushed his attempts to resist and delivered another series of devastating strikes, moving with terrifying precision and speed. Her movements were fluid and natural, as if wielding a weapon was as innate to her as breathing.
As if battle was her native environment instead of peace.
Her swordsmanship was unlike anything Sunny had ever seen, too. It wasn’t even as though the sword served as an extension of Morgan’s arm... it was as though she herself was the sword, and so every motion she made was the purest expression of cold, merciless killing intent.
And yet, he could clearly tell that she was holding back most of her strength. This may have not even have been a percent of what she was actually capable of... Saints could be world destroyers with the right Aspect.
Sunny was instantly overwhelmed, and there was nothing he could do to maintain even a sliver of control. The situation was utterly hopeless. This feeling of absolute, bitter powerlessness... he had not experienced it in a long time.
Attain a breakthrough to the second step of Shadow Dance? Sunny wasn’t even sure that he would be able to stay alive for another couple of seconds.
...He had to think of something fast.
Following a mental command, the Mantle of the Underworld received one of his charms. Immediately, the familiar, but strongly enhanced pain of his soul being torn apart flooded his whole being with agony.
Sunny didn’t hope that the Broken Oath would help him defeat Morgan — after all, as a Saint, she had a much more powerful soul. All he wanted was a second of respite.
Morgan suddenly slowed down, allowing him to disengage and take several steps back. For a moment, there was a slight grimace on her face, but it was quickly replaced by the same relaxed, amused smile.
"A nice trick."